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[If there was one thing Takatora was sure he should have learned by now, it would be how to keep his life in perfect running order. He had been the head of Yggdrasill's Research and Development branch from the moment he'd left high school and even before that, his father had kept him on a tight and strict schedule, never a second unaccounted for or left out of place. Unfortunately, with all of Takatora's scheduling and trying to squeeze an extra hour into every day, he still felt as though he never had time for anything, let alone everything. Even his weekends left little time for himself, though Takatora was also painfully aware of his obsession with triple-checking everything under his command and bringing such weight onto himself. He couldn't allow for errors.

His morning routine started a bit later on the weekends, if only because Takatora knew he had to catch up on sleep at some point to make up for running himself ragged. Getting sick was something he couldn't risk. The usual morning routine went by quickly: dragging himself out of bed (he'd never become a morning person, as much as he wanted to), showering, getting dressed, checking for any news or alerts while he had been sleeping. Thankfully, nothing important had happened during the night. Takatora always lived with the fear of something awful happening while he was asleep that he would be unprepared for, but every morning brought the same temporary relief. For now.

Takatora headed out of his room after an hour or so, still checking his phone as he made his way down the hall and towards the stairs. Ryouma already wanted to talk to him about something, which was mildly surprising as Ryouma rarely (never) got out of bed so early, which meant he'd been up all night again. Stepping past one of the maids, Takatora spoke a return greeting to her as he continued on, paying more attention to typing out messages than his surroundings.]

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... I already get most of what I want. I want to give things back.

So give me your happiness.

[smile smile.]

[He bites his lip and leans in, pressing his lips to Kouta's.]

[Winner is Kouta! His eyes widen at first, a bit caught off-guard by the action (even though he had been hoping for it.) Carefully, he tilts his head and gently pushes back into the kiss, keeping his hand on the side of Micchy's face as he does so.]

[He wraps his arms around Kouta's shoulders, and presses in a bit more, lips parting as he tries to make sense of what's happening. His skin feels too hot under Kouta's touch, and everything feels somewhat dizzying.]

[At that, Kouta smiles into the kiss and moves his hand back to Micchy's chin, taking his other arm and wrapping it around the other's waist to pull him closer.]

[He pulls back a little and presses his face into Kouta's chest. That felt... nice. Too nice, but... it's okay.]

[Kouta allows him to hide, still smiling a little as he moves to pet the other's hair.]

... was that okay?

... Yeah. It was. Thank you.

[He'll just. Hide with his face burning now thanks.]

[Kouta laughs a little, continuing to pet him.]

Are you going to live?

I'll be fine. Just give me a minute.

[Jerk.]

[Kouta nudges Micchy away a little bit, lifting Micchy's head with a hand on the other's chin and gives him another kiss, a bit deeper this time. He pulls away just enough to give a teasing smile.]

... that wasn't really a minute, was it?

Not really. But that's okay.

[He nuzzles into Kouta's cheek gently.]

[He moves his arms, wrapping both of them around Micchy's waist and keeping him close.]

Do you want anything else?

... I'm okay for now. As long as you're okay. I don't want you to regret any of this.

I won't! I'm just worried you might. ... being your first and all...

I don't think I ever could. Not with you.

[That seems to make him relax a bit. A lot. Kouta carefully brushes his lips over the corner of Micchy's, trailing down his cheek and to his jaw. It's dangerous to keep pushing, but... now that Kouta's started, he's realizing how much he's missed this sort of contact.]

Good.

[He shivers, and tugs Kouta back a bit so he can lie down. He feels like he's about to fall anyway, as dumb as that sounds in his head, so he might as well. One hand makes its way up to tug at Kouta's hair gently, trying not to hurt but also having trouble restraining himself.]

Kouta...

[His voice sounds faint to his ears, but he doesn't care.]

[Kouta moves with Micchy before he's even aware of what he's doing, letting the other pull him down. He moves his hands from Micchy's waist to settle on either side of him, perching with one leg on Micchy's side and the other between his legs. The breath of his name and the tug at his hair makes him shiver in response, pausing momentarily to bite at his lip. Oh, wow. He'd fallen way too fast into this.]

... Micchy...

[He sounds a little concerned, having stopped his attentions at this point.]

Kouta... please let me make you happy.

[He knows this is wrong, that Kouta still has feelings for Yuuya, that he always will. But he can't bring himself to care right now, and there's a feeling in the pit of his stomach that he hasn't really felt before.]

I don't want you to do this if you don't want to.

[Except he does. He really, really does. But he can't bear to break Kouta, and this would definitely break him if he thinks he's taking advantage of Micchy or the other way around.]

[Micchy's words cause a quiet whine from Kouta, partially because he really enjoys hearing Micchy talk like and partially because he's struggling to fight down the immense guilt he knows he should be feeling at essentially taking advantage of his best friend. He pulls back enough to look at the other's face, quickly trying to confirm with himself whether or not he wants to keep going.

Of course he still has his feelings for Yuuya, but... Kouta also knows how much he cares about Micchy and wants to take care of him, to help him. ... and he knows Yuuya would be okay with that.]

Whatever you want... I'll do it... Because I want to make you happy, too.

[He just smiles at Kouta and pulls him down again, running his fingers through the older boy's hair. He carefully tugs at Kouta's shirt, sliding a hand underneath it.]

Kouta... Kouta, please show me...

[Kouta squirms immediately at the touch to his skin, gasping in a breath from the fingers in his hair. His body is already shaking and he can feel how much even the light touches are affecting him. It had been awhile, but this was ridiclous. Micchy's pleading only serves to make things worse, Kouta's face promptly turning a bright shade of red. If he kept getting this distracted, he'd never get anything done.

It takes a moment for him to resume, giving Micchy's lips another firm kiss. He lifts one hand to the other's chin, working to part his lips again.]

[He parts his lips eagerly, using one of his legs to tug Kouta's leg forward and press into him. He moans into the kiss, desperate and needy, nails scratching at Kouta's back lightly. He needs this, he needs this so much. Years of repression and denial and it's all melting away as he feels Kouta against him.]